fair weather?

you know, there are some folks out there who seem surprised that i've managed to retain my friends.

as if bad deeds done in one's past merits hiding out in a cave. forever. i've tried it. no fun.

when folks have chosen to 'let me go' over certain events, when i've been at fault, i understand. i've tried explaining myself, and true friends will at least listen, or maybe even forgive. we are all damaged goods, and no one is perfect. let he who is without, etc.

it's when someone passes judgement, refuses to talk or listen, heeds gossip as truth, and then years later decides to register 'surprise' at the retention of friendship with others that it bothers me. apologies not accepted, and new ammo as to why i am such a heinous person, undeserving of compassion or friendship. this from someone who has a lot to answer for as well, but that of course is not the issue.

then i get called defensive. guess i am.

on the other hand, i really do cherish the people who have at least listened to my side without damning everything i say as a lie.

i especially am proud of those who still consider me a friend, damages and all.

me, my friend

So Beth and I were waiting on our tacos at our usual spot when I told her about the 'suggestion' that Facebook gave me for a new friend. Myself. Me.

She wondered if I would 'Friend' myself and I told her "Nah. Wouldn't some kind of scary quantum vortex take place? "

What if I declined?

How about if I didn't like the postings I placed?

Could I block myself?

Then I began mutterings about that which might ensue if somehow I got my own phone number, and I called myself, and I ignored it, because "yeah yeah, I knew what I was gonna say already", or "I already thought of that" and so on, and ultimately I would keep calling myself, and I WOULD ignore it, and Beth would ask "Who was it?" after I had glanced at the screen and I'd answer:

"It's just me."